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letra de 883 - joe agger

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somewhere deep in the woods on flagstaff
a congeries of moments stored in the rocks once held
the vast scope of untapped potential
the disillusionment i feel but a pebble to swallow

but then came 883 in a dream
simple as that
clear as day
even when i drew blood in quiet resignation
i found hope in a blinding light

2, 3, 4!

well, draw and quarter and hang me
you told me about how she always was a saint
i didn’t care, give the f-ck you spoke about
but you sounded like a devil too

then 883 calls out to me
but i’m late for the audition
and i’ve got no shoes on
whispering unto the virgin snow

when i think about my dumb ex-boyfriend
scent of pine on my motherf-cking fingertips

- joe agger

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